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[Blade Master Model 42]

"Hell if I know." Valor said, chuckling a bit. "Just... Nowhere around here, at least for a while. I know some of the others were talking about forming a new mercenary troop. I might join up, depending."

"How about you? What are your plans when we're done here?" Please say you're sticking around... Valor crossed his fingers inside his jacket pocket, hoping.

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena was surprised, learning that Valor would likely stay. I'd always thought he was more of a 'work on my own' type...
She couldn't help but smile, just a little bit. "I'm probably going to stay with the group, I don't do too well on my own..."

But now... I think I have other reasons...

[IronyOwl]

Hold still.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Hmm.. looks like everyone is busy talking...better read a book or pray to the Plague Dragon to pass the time."

[freeformschooler]

: "It was no picnic, that's for sure. We had to sneak in and fight our way through a small army in the courtyard outside. Somehow we all made it.

"What about you? I was worried that the woods might be filled with Berebian troops and give you trouble."

: "That's good to hear. It does not seem anyone has fallen. Though... I wonder where that scarlet-haired knight ran off to. Even Anja would be helpful now."

Charlotte shrugged and headed slowly toward the west door.

: "The forest was empty. Very much so, in fact. Even the Kesselring patrol I normally have to dodge was spread thin - I assume they were all fighting in the main fort here. Very unnerving, but at least attention was taken away from my goal."

She lifted her robe and pulled out, from a hastily-constructed side pocket, an almost spherical, reddish-gold gemstone. It was about the size of her hand, and flecks of light seemed to dart back and forth around the stone's center. She stuffed it back in her robe after letting Gregor see.

: "I would like to know this from you, though, Gregor. Let us assume the Berebian guard is correct in whatever fears they hold about Prixima. These fears must be monumental to waste hundreds of lives for one minor royalty. Surely you've glanced at the tall, private bookshelves she owns. If it turns out we've been helping her perpetrate a sinister, potentially harmful plot this whole time, where do your loyalties lie? With your long-term employer, despite her dark dabbling? Or with my arrow pointed at her and the fate of whomever it may save?"

After Gregor replies, start moving 5 W and shoot the door to my west.

[Sirus]

Gregor had been nodding along with Charlotte's story, but her sudden query brought him up short.

: "That's...that's a tough question. I'm not totally blind to Prixima's actions, you know. And I'd much rather go with you and everyone else than stay here, especially after this attack. But all my life I've been taught to respect and obey my superiors, militarily and socially. Prixima, unfortunately, fits under both categories."

: This would probably be an easier choice to make if we weren't constantly running around fighting for our lives...

He sighed.

: "...I want to hear Prixima's response. To all of this Dragonstone nonsense, to this attack, to the Berebian's allegations. I'll have my final answer then."

[freeformschooler]

: "Good. I was hoping you'd say Prixima. Even tentatively."

Charlotte looked more serious for some reason.

: "You don't really belong in the mercenary business, Gregor, but you've been loyal to your allies and your employer even through all this. The fact is: I'm not a soldier like you. I'm not even a mercenary. I'm a survivor, and that means I'm going to do some things you aren't going to like. If necessary, things you are opposed to on principle. Knowing you wouldn't drop me even then is comforting."

[Haspen]

Damage: 18-5 = 13dmg

~~Enemies Turn!~~

Vagor, confident and smirking, moved into Prixima's room, opening a large crimson tome.

"Haha! Tremble before the power of my Bolganone tome!" A second later, red spot appeared under Prixima and her desk, and flames shoot up as if it was volcano eruption. The flames consumed the desk, and when they passed, said desk was a pile of smoldering ashes... whilst Prixima wasn't even sizzled. She brushed a piece of soot from her shoulder.

"Hmph, you missed. You need your eyes checked."

"Grr, you wretched woman! If you stay still and--"

"Silence! You invade my castle, you slaughter my servants, you pilfer my treasuries, you accuse me of witchcraft and now you dare to attack me, Prixima of the House Kesselring! You piece of Berebian muck! For all that, I sentence you to DEATH."

Her hands sparkled before two arcs of brilliant blue energy burst toward Vagor. As the energy scorched and burned his body, the elderly mage screamed aloud from pain. Prixima didn't stop, even when the scream, heard even by Riven and Derick, turned into inhumane shriek, and then, for a short time, a gurgle resembling a sound of boiling stew. Only after that Prixima stopped her spell, and Vagor fell onto his knees - or rather, his burned carcass, devoid of hair and skin in many spots, the blood leaking and steaming out of his wounds. Then he collapsed to the side.

Prixima then looked down at the pile of ash in front of her.

"Hmph, I will need a new desk."

Hit: 134-10-48 = 76
Hit roll: 87, miss!

Prixima counters!
Hit: 149-35 = 114, autohit! Crit roll: 15!
Damage: 44-23 = 21x3 = 63dmg

"Oh gods, did you see what she did to Lord Vagor?"

"Damn you, Berebians, we shouldn't have allied with you!"

"We're doomed!"

The remaining four mooks then turned aorund, only to hear something... it was faint... sounds of battle. And then, a battlecry that made Berebians turn pale:

"Soldiers, re-take the keep!"

"For Lady Prixima!!!"

It seems that some Menelean soldiers at last broke the siege and ventured into the main keep.

"Oh no, Meneleans are in the keep! Quick, let's try this door!" The monk and myrmidon then pounded at the door, blasting it open.

Damage: 14 = 14

Damage: 18-5 = 13dmg

"Agh! Enemies are already here! Out of my way!!" The halberdier ran toward Charlotte, slashing at her arm.

Hit: 94-10-25 = 59
Hit roll: 37, hit!
Damage: 16-9 = 7dmg

~~Allies Turn~~

*tumbleweed*

~~Player Turn 6~~

Turns before Meneleans arrive: 3

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 13/33
Ami Storm: 15/26 Dismounted
Charlotte Braxis: 19/26
Christopher Shields: 13/27
Derick: 5/31
Gregor von Hexham: 13/31
Olison Eul: 28/29 Dismounted
Riven: 25/27
Salvatore Vaughan: 18/30
Seyena Ikane: 13/29 Dismounted
Tantallos Forsaken: 28/29
Valor Inara: 13/30

Enemies:
Archer A: -1/25
Archer B: -1/25
Archer C: -5/25
Berebian Halberdier A: -12/27
Berebian Halberdier B: 14/27
Berebian Halberdier C: -2/27
Swordsman A: 28/28
Swordsman B: -6/28
Swordsman C: -4/28
Mage A: -11/26
Mage B: -10/26
Mage C: 0/26
Shaman: -1/25
Vagor Tunhausen: -24/37
Rosecross Spearman A: -4/28
Rosecross Spearman B: -16/28
Monk A: -4/24
Monk B: 24/24
Myrmidon A: -5/26
Myrmidon B: 7/26
Larion Rosecross: -3/35

Allies:
Guard A: -3/33
Guard B: -7/33
Guard C: -13/33
Guard D: -20/33
Prixima Kesselring: 47/47

Doors:
Door 24.4: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 6.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.16: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Metal Door 5.6: Unbreakable

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris cocked his head.

"Well. Sounds like someone just made the last mistake of their lives. Now, do I open those chests or not, considering I might end up the same way...?"

He kept in mind that if Prixima asked him directly if he had taken anything, he couldn't lie about it.

"...Well, there might not be any harm in just looking to see what's in each chest. I can always put the items back."

Chris moves to 19,14 and opens the chest.

[scapheap]

Heal Valor

[Haspen]

Chris opened the chest... nothing happened. Inside, on a pillow, he found a necklace with large ruby, the whole piece of jewelry tingling with protective magic.

Chris got Talisman!

In the meanwhile, Ami tapped Valor's face with her staff.

10+17 = Up to 27HP restored

Spoiler: HP (click to show/hide)

Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 13/33
Ami Storm: 15/26 Dismounted
Charlotte Braxis: 19/26
Christopher Shields: 13/27
Derick: 5/31
Gregor von Hexham: 13/31
Olison Eul: 28/29 Dismounted
Riven: 25/27
Salvatore Vaughan: 18/30
Seyena Ikane: 13/29 Dismounted
Tantallos Forsaken: 28/29
Valor Inara: 30/30

Enemies:
Archer A: -1/25
Archer B: -1/25
Archer C: -5/25
Berebian Halberdier A: -12/27
Berebian Halberdier B: 14/27
Berebian Halberdier C: -2/27
Swordsman A: 28/28
Swordsman B: -6/28
Swordsman C: -4/28
Mage A: -11/26
Mage B: -10/26
Mage C: 0/26
Shaman: -1/25
Vagor Tunhausen: -24/37
Rosecross Spearman A: -4/28
Rosecross Spearman B: -16/28
Monk A: -4/24
Monk B: 24/24
Myrmidon A: -5/26
Myrmidon B: 7/26
Larion Rosecross: -3/35

Allies:
Guard A: -3/33
Guard B: -7/33
Guard C: -13/33
Guard D: -20/33
Prixima Kesselring: 47/47

Doors:
Door 24.4: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 6.10: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Door 2.16: 40/40HP, 5DEF
Metal Door 5.6: Unbreakable

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[Powder Miner]

Alexander continues to try and move through the crowd, with some difficulty.
Move to 21, 9

[freeformschooler]

Do a conditional action:

1. If Gregor comes within 3 spaces before the end of player turn, move 1 N and shoot the berebian speardude with Shortbow.
2. If Gregor does not come within 3 spaces before the end of player turn, 1 N and shoot the berebian speardude with Longbow.

[Xanmyral]

"What in all the world was tha?"

Sal looked ahead seeing several Berebians fleeing towards them.

"Must o' been ah good thing Oi guess..."

Seeing one of the group split off to the south with no one else going with him, he initiated a trade with the man in front of him, Olison, and gave him his Vulgarities.

"Yah mentioned yah needed meds, here yah go. Yah all seem ta have this taken care o', Oi'll go make sure the guy headin' south ain't in any trouble. Bet yah'd need it more 'ere anyhow."

That done, he moved to 18.12, and looked in the room to see the hooded man poke at some chests.

"Everythin' alroight in 'ere?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Going well so far, I would say."

Chris tucked the Talisman into his robes.

"Although I can't place it I'm fairly certain that's not a Menelean accent... but seeing as you haven't attacked me yet, I'm going to assume you're on my side. My name's Christopher Shields. Everyone just shortens it to Chris, the lazy buggers."

He seemed to be in a joking mood again.